Brielle Jordan Baker's Story ♥

     Wow, I haven't posted in a long time!  Brielle is now 3 weeks and 5 days old , CRAZY! She is absolutely everything we dreamed of and so much more. The 13th she smiled at me for the first time. I can't believe how fast she's growing and what a blessing she is in my life. So I decided that since I missed posting about my last week of pregnancy, I'll post Brielle's birth story. So I'll get to it!

 

     I took this on Valentine's day (2/14/13) it's the last picture I have from when I was pregnant and as you can tell, I was HUGE! Ready to pop is definitely more than just a cute phrase when you're THAT pregnant. On February 18th, two days after I took this picture, I was 39 weeks 3 days pregnant. My water broke that morning at 5 am, I tried to wake up Spencer, keyword TRIED. Haha! I whispered his name several times then finally I just said loudly, "My water broke!".  He jolted up and his eyes were wide. Then we both looked at each and smiled and he said, "This is it!". 

     At 5:30 am contractions started and were uncomfortable but no pain at all. Spencer had went back to sleep and I knew I should rest too but I was way too excited. So I came out and  my Mom was up getting heat pads ready, ice cubes made etc. I hopped in the shower to clean up and try to relax and soothe the aches. Around 6 am my mom and I started watching a movie we had just bought, "Fried Green Tomatoes" which is now one of my favourites. My contractions started to get painful around 7/7:30 am and I started to pause and try to relax and stop talking when they came. At 9 am Spencer was awake and out to help me. I really wasn't feeling good but I still felt like I could keep going, it wasn't too intense or anything.

     Then my whole family came out around 11 am and they started to watch "Moonrise Kingdom" at this point I watched in between contractions but during them I was really focused and just concentrated on being calm and dealing with the pain. If somebody talked to me during a contraction I couldn't respond and was far to involved in what was going on inside me to pay attention to anybody else.

     After the movie my mom left to go to a patient and my dad and brother went in the family room to play video games. Spencer and I walked around the house over and over to keep the contractions coming strong and quickly. We paused during the contractions because I couldn't walk through them at this point and Spencer held me and I just took long deep breaths. Spencer was timing contractions and at this point they were 5 minutes apart lasting 45 seconds. We kept walking for about 45 minutes. Once my mom came back home we stopped and I sat on an exercise ball rocking while Spencer rubbed my back. 

     Spencer needed to get his homework done so he worked on that and I laid down trying to sleep in between the pain. That was a big mistake. I did dose off but suddenly I woke up and was in EXTREME pain. There was no way to relax with it coming that quickly and not being able to prepare for it. After that happened I started to get really discouraged and started to cry. Spencer came over just as the sun was coming through the window and told me I'd be okay and the sun had come out just for me. I felt so much better and knew I could do it. 

     I lost track of time so I don't know what time it was when we went back to the living room and watched "How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days". Well we had it running in the background. Haha! The contractions were unbearable. I kept waiting though because I didn't want to go the hospital too early because I knew there was no way I could resist pain medications.  Eventually I knew I had to go, I was in so much pain I could barely take deep breaths anymore without wanting to scream. I was shaking and quivering and felt extremely nauseous. Spencer and my Mom ran and got everything in the car and we headed out. 

    By the time we got to the hospital I was crying and shaking. They got me into the exam room and told me I was 5 to 6 centimetres dilated. It was so discouraging because I thought I was at least an 8. The nurses asked if I wanted an epidural and I told them my plan and they said they'd get the tub running for me. They kept asking me questions and I was at the point were I couldn't talk to anybody. They left me waiting in the exam room and I was in so much pain I screamed during the next coming contractions. Once they realized this was real they rushed me to a room in bed because I couldn't walk. I wanted to push and needed to but when they checked me again in the room I was only an 8 so I had to wait. 

     That was the worst part, I was trying so hard not to push but I NEEDED to. My body was fighting me in everyway. The rest of this flew by and I can't remember much, it's all jumbled. I remember the nurse told me I was a 10 so I could push, but then when the doctor came she told me I was only an 8 so I had to wait longer. I remember Spencer giving me an oxygen mask in between contractions. I remember when I could push having extruciating pain, then I remember holding Brielle and Spencer crying. It was wonderful! I think we both agree it was the best moment of our lives. Finally having Brielle here in that moment we were on top of the world. Brielle was born 7.9lbs and 20 and 3/4 of an inch long. Just perfection.

     So that was Brielle's story. Spencer was amazing, my Mom was the best and Brielle was perfect. I couldn't imagine being more happy than I was in that moment. 

     That day was the best day of my life and I will never forget those first moments Spencer and I had with Brielle. It was incredible.